Viq: *kicks door in - breaths very heavily - drops to the floor*
Vibs: ... *comes in after Viq, out of breath* Maybe... may... be.... may...be ... attempting .... to tame .... that bear wasn't such... a good... idea after all... pheeeeew..
Viq: Sister, if we ... got started at the magic... school... we wouldn't have... to find ways ... of amusing ourselves like hunting bees, bears,... make Father pick us up... in Tokyo ... because we ran out of the magic travelling powder I spent four months on creating out of nothing but sand and borecole and only worked on our way over to Japan.
Vibs: ... School?! You must be crazy, that means homework, teachers, lessons but worst of all - lunch packing!
Viq: ... lunch packing?
Vibs: A class where they make the students pack lunch over and over and over again..
Viq: uh, no it's... lunch in a pack that you eat... not, eh packing lunch lessons....
Vibs: oh... Well but still, we are NOT gonna go to that school Viq, or any for that matter.
Viq: hmrf.